When Deb came out, a fresh ice pack in her hands, Sierra took it. ‘Could you take Poppy to grab some lunch? I need to speak to Benji quickly.’
‘Of course.’ Deb held out one hand for Poppy. ‘How about some mac ’n’ cheese, kiddo?’
Poppy beamed. ‘Yeah.’ She took Deb’s hand without hesitation, walked off without so much as a backwards glance.
As soon as they disappeared inside, Sierra shucked her head in the direction of her office, ‘Come on.’
Benji jammed his hands in his pockets. ‘I won’t apologize for losing it, Sierra. I’m going after him this time. He crossed the line – an unforgivable one.’
Sierra didn’t say anything as she led him into her office and closed and locked the door behind them. She put the ice down on her desk. ‘It wasn’t deliberate,’ she said, and flicked the blinds closed. ‘He was angry, yes. He lashed out, yes. But he didn’t mean to make contact.’
‘I don’t give a fuck. Hedidmake contact – that’s it.’
Sierra turned to him. He stood in the middle of her office, radiating anger and violence. Forher. And it was so silly, that it had taken facing Silas Matthews again for her to remember what a miracle Benji was. He was a statistical anomaly. A marvel of both nature and nurture.
And he was hers.
She closed the distance between them and placed her hands on his chest. She slowly slid her palms under his jacket and lifted, removing it as much as she could before Benji had to help her by shrugging out of it.
He watched her face, almost warily, as if he was uncertain of what she was doing. Or, maybe,whyshe was doing it. ‘Si … What are you doing?’
‘I’m showing you how much I love you,’ she said. ‘Because I can feel you doubting yourself, and I won’t have it. You are nothing like Silas, Benji. You are kind and loyal and strong. You’re a man any woman would want. But, somehow, you’re mine.’ She swallowed the emotion collecting in her throat, added, ‘Somehow, you stayed.’
Benji stilled when she grabbed his belt buckle and started undoing it. His hand closed over hers, stopping her movements. ‘You don’t have to prove anything to me.’
‘I’m not proving anything,’ she said. ‘I’m sharing my love with you. Just like you always do with me.’ When he only stared at her, she released his belt and ran her palm firmly over the hard ridge in his jeans. ‘Please, give me what I want.’
His eyes were so dark, so deep. ‘What do you want?’
‘Your dick in my mouth,’ Sierra said instantly, loving the way the crude reply had him closing his eyes with a groan.
‘Fuck.’
She nipped his neck. ‘Please, Benji.’
He reached for his waistband suddenly, undid the top button and zipper himself. ‘When you’re done with me, I get to reciprocate,’ he said, frantic now.
‘No dice.’ Sierra kicked off her heels and knelt on the floor before hurriedly yanking his jeans and briefs down to his ankles without bothering to remove his boots.
Benji was big and thick, and so hard. ‘Today, it’s my turn,’ she said. She took him in her hand, gave his hard length one quick pump even as she squeezed her thighs together to try and contain her own pulsing need.
‘Nothing pleasures me more than making you come,’ he replied gruffly, and reaching forward, he took her hair in his hands and swept it back from her face. He didn’t let it go once it was out of the way. He fisted his hand in the length of it and tipped her head back until she was forced to meet his gaze. ‘I might not last long,’ he warned her.
It cost him to admit it. But right then, with Sierra Hunt, the Princess of Hunt Ranch, on her fucking knees, her pretty lips hovering near his cock, her dark eyes black with lust and impatience, Benji felt he had to warn her.
He knew she was distracting him, keeping him away from his piece of shit father until he had calmed down. But he couldn’t find it within himself to mind. And when Sierra leaned forward and licked him from base to tip before taking him deep into her throat, he couldn’t think of anything except how fucking good her warm, wet mouth felt wrapped tightly around him.
His head fell back. A long, low curse left his mouth. His heart beat furiously in his chest, his hand still in her hair. And when he opened his eyes and looked down to see her own heavy-lidded but full of power, he gripped her hair harder, stopping her movements before he came. ‘Sorry, baby.’ He exhaled. ‘You’re coming in too fucking hot. I’m not going to last.’
Sierra sucked him even as she drew back, releasing him and pulling a wounded moan from his lips. ‘Benji,’ she blew a warm breath over his engorged flesh, ‘I want this.’
He momentarily wondered what his problem was. He enjoyed this. No – he fucking loved it. But … he felt as if he wasn’t giving her enough at the same time.
Sierra saw it. ‘You can’t always give me everything without expecting something in return, Benji. Especially when I’m dying to do it. I’m asking you to be vulnerable with me, for just a moment. So that I can make you feel good. It doesn’t mean you’re not pleasuring me in return,’ she said, touching the heart of the matter.
‘I … I don’t know why it feels off, to not make you come first …’
‘Because you’re always running to catch my love,’ she replied. ‘Even though you’re more likely to run straight past it.’
